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Chapter 25

My life continued along what I considered normal lines, daily pleasure with and from Lionel in our room at night and sometimes at other times too. Twice weekly threesomes of a sort with Stephan and the usual daily routine of classes and playing. My outings with Oom Jakob dwindled to nothing and I think he did not really want to have the responsibility of two young boys with him that were slowing his rate of work. Oom Jakob also took some leave over half term and as a result I did not see Willie at all for the half term because he never came home to the farm. Instead his dad took him off to Durban for a seaside holiday and left him back at the school before returning home himself.
This meant that I did not see Willie until the start of the Christmas holidays. When I did eventually see him, my hero worship of him had faded somewhat because I had a new interest that was gradually attracting more of my attention and desire. Lionel and I had been together for a few months now and sharing the same room for that time, meant we had got to know each other very well and really liked each other. Maybe there was a spark of love there, but I can't be certain. What I am sure about was that I would miss him when he moved back in with his parents once their home was built. What I had not realised was that I was going to miss him even before this time because we would be off to boarding school after the Christmas school holidays and the apartheid laws in South Africa at the time meant that we had no chance of going to the same school. I did not know or understand this at that particular point in my life and so was left upset and bewildered when I learnt that we would be at schools basically in the opposite direction from our farm from each other.

During the school holidays, when Stephan came over to do his work, Johan would come with him and go and join with Willie while Lionel and I still went with Stephan. This meant that Johan and Willie got some alone time together without my really noticing that I was not getting the attention from Willie that I used to get. Perhaps this was for the best because when I went off to boarding school, although Willie would be there, he would not socialise with me as a junior because he needed to save face with his classmates. He was willing to greet me from time to time and when we were in private he would talk with me. Also it was Willie who engineered my appointment that ensured I got looked after while at school. But more about that in a little bit.
We did not see a great deal of Willie during that holiday and it meant that I did not have any intimate experiences with him making the time he masturbated me with his foot the last time we had any sort of sexual contact. Looking back, although this is kind of sad, it was almost inevitable. Willie found me open to intimacy when he showed great concern and care for me when my pa got killed and one thing did lead to another, none of which I regret. But it is possible that even Willie had not realised at the time how much he cared for Johan and I was just a convenient release that he thought he had some feelings for, but didn't.

On Christmas day, ma had me give out the Christmas Boxes to the staff and although I could speak the language of most of them, there were some that I could not talk to without speaking through an interpreter. But at the end, all the labourers and their families were still present when Dingaan stepped forward and turning addressed the crowd as he thanked both ma and me for their gifts.
"Today, we have been honoured because `Little Baasie' has become the man." The interpretation of this statement is simply that he as the most senior amongst the labourers and therefore the leader that they had to follow had accepted me as the head of the farm, even though in reality I was nowhere near that. The implication was clear to the rest of the labourers. I was to be listened to and obeyed. Although I was still a child in all of their eyes, by nature of being the oldest male owner of the farm, I had authority over all of them.
More to the point in this was that as Oom Jakob and Willie as well as Hennie, Moira and Lionel were also present at the gift giving, Dingaan was telling them as well as the others that while these other adult males were working on the farm in positions senior to himself, his allegiance was to me and in this, so was the allegiance of the whole of the workforce. Quite why he chose this year as the time to make this known I will never know, but I do know that it stood me in good stead as I grew and took on more responsibility on the farm; such that when I eventually took over control of the farm from ma, the staff were not aware of it because to all intents and purposes, in their eyes I had been the one in charge for many years. In fact as far as they were concerned, I had been the one in charge since that Christmas just before I turned thirteen years of age. It is a good job they did not see the tears that formed in my eyes when I learnt that Lionel and I would not be going to the same schools.

The holidays were nearly at an end when ma arranged for Stephan to take me into town to buy some of the things I would need for school including my uniform and some underwear. Lionel was not with us for that trip as his parents were taking him themselves to sort out his school clothing. Mainly because they felt this was a big step in their son's life and they needed to be part of it as well as the fact that they were not well known in town yet and being of mixed race some of the places Stephan would take me would be no go areas for them. Added to which was the fact that they could not purchase Lionel's items on the farm's credit accounts whereas Stephan could get my things on it.
So off we went, just the two of us, me naked for most of the journey into town; and on the way home too, for that matter. First stop was a supermarket where he could get me a pair of skants which I had to put on before I would be allowed to try on any of the school uniform garments. Shit those things are so uncomfortable and even though I have basically got used to wearing them now, it took ages to get to this stage too. I still lose them as soon as I am in a position to be able to free ball.
While in the shops Stephan had to be careful and so he was not able to take advantage of changing opportunities to have a fondle and tease and this at least meant that my cock behaved itself while we were going around the town to buy not only my school needs but also some other supplies for the farm.

We found this little café where we could have some lunch and were fortunate to be able to take a little booth stuck off around a corner that afforded us some good privacy. Stephan made quick use of this and soon had the leg of my shorts hefted up and my hard cock and balls hooked out so that he could play with and fondle them while we ate our lunch. When I tried to put an adventurous hand into his crotch, Stephan stopped me and warned that in his position he was too much on view to those passing by. Although I was leaking pre-cum he did not take me over the edge before we finished eating our lunch and so he tucked everything back inside and pulled my short's leg down to where it should be. He then whispered into my ear suggesting that I tuck my cock under the waistband of my shorts so that it was not showing how excited it was. I did this and left my shirt hanging out over the waistband to further camouflage the bulge. Like that we were able to walk out of the café and get back in the bakkie to move on to the last shop we were to visit together before heading back home. With the shopping done we got back in the bakkie and I thought we would head straight home, but Stephan turned down a side street and after going for a few minutes turned again and it was evident that we heading into the seedier part of the town. We pulled up outside this small building that I thought looked more like a rundown house rather than a shop but there was a sign outside proudly announcing that it was "The Gentleman's Emporium". Stephan would not let me go inside with him telling me that I needed to wait in the car to prevent anyone stealing it or everything in it. He was gone for about ten minutes and then returned carrying a plain paper bag with him. Getting into the cab, he put the bag down on the seat and we drove off. I was very curious as to what was in the bag but knew that it was Stephan's stuff and so if he wanted me to know he would show me when he was ready to.

Once we had cleared the town, Stephan told me to strip naked. He did not need to ask me a second time or order me and I was bare arsed naked in a matter of seconds; only too glad to shed the skants I had been wearing ever since we had bought them as the first purchase of the day before lunch. He then told me to look in the paper bag. I lifted it up and opened and peered in. All I could see were the edges of a couple of what looked to be magazines.
"Take one out." Stephan suggested.
I pulled one out and turned it to look at the front cover. There as bold as life was a nude guy emblazoned across the front cover of the magazine with his cock hanging down over his balls and all of him hairless from the neck down. Suddenly I realised the significance of the name of the shop and laying the mag down on my legs I opened the first page to see a set of pictures telling the story of two guys meeting each other on the street and then heading off together and losing items of clothing as they walked along the road verge and headed off into the forest. I turned the page and found that these same two had now managed to get down to just their skants and a pair of takkies. The camera man was also getting more interested because the pictures were a bit larger now and there were fewer on the double page spread. The last picture on that page had the two of them with their backs to us and each had a hand inside the other's skants and was squeezing the bum cheek. Needless to say that though there had not been that much of an intimate nature to look at yet, I was already rock hard and as I turned the page and found the two pressed together in a kissing embrace with the skants pushed down and exposing the bum cheek that was being massaged, squeezed and gripped by their lover.
Stephan reached over and swiped a drop of precum off the tip of my cock and warned, "Be careful not to get any of that or your spunk on the pages because it will stick them better than glue."
The next picture was taken side on to them as they faced each other but were a little apart from each other so that their cocks which were hard and making significant tents out of their skants could be seen. And joy of joys the last picture on this page showed them both naked except for their footwear. A further turn of the page presented us with a double page picture of the two of them on some blanket that miraculously appeared in a side on sixty-nine sucking away like there was no tomorrow. Obviously the sixty-nine was just foreplay because turning the page presented two pictures of them with each of them fucking and wanking the other in more sex play and the final picture was another two page spread with the one lying down on his back on the blanket and the other kneeling beside him as he wanked and spewed his cum over the supine boy who was also wanking and adding his jism to the pools the first wanker had left on his torso.

I continued to flip through the magazine and Stephan steered with one hand while he fondled me with the other.
I was really enjoying the combination of stimuli and my cock was the hardest I had ever known it to be.
"Make sure that when you cum, you move the magazine out of the way as I don't want pages glued together before I have had a chance to read them." Stephan advised me.
I assured him I would and continued looking. Page after page were series of picture stories all culminating in guys shooting their loads onto their own or some other guy's body. There were a few that showed spunk leaking from a bum or mouth, but most of them displayed the cum as proof that the guys had got off on each other. That combined with Stephan's manipulations brought my orgasm on and I quickly moved the magazine away as I felt the first spasm moving my initial cum offering up the pipe. I put my hand in front of my cock to catch it so that the jism would not end up on the car seat and was only just in time to catch the first one. When I had finished and Stephan had squeezed out the last drop from my cock he told me to hold out my hand so that he could see how much I had deposited into my hand. I was fairly impressed because there was a pool of about half a teaspoonful sitting in my hand and it was that greyish, milky white with a few jelly like worms in it.
"Ja man, that is a good improvement on what you could do a few months back my PP." Stephan said. "Go on, taste it and enjoy it." He suggested.
I had tasted my own cum before, but now I lifted my hand and licked it off feeling the jelly like bits as my tongue rolled them against the back of my top teeth.
"I reckon that is good enough to make a baby so be careful if you go fucking any girls now." Stephan both praised and joked with me.
We pulled into a layby and Stephan took his jeans off and we set off once more with me wanking him while he continued to drive. "I will tell you when I am getting close and you can catch it with your mouth again." Stephan told me as I wanked him with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. To do this I had turned and tucked my legs under me as I faced side on to Stephan. It did not take him long to get there and we had only gone about twenty miles when he told me to get my mouth over him. Slipping my legs towards the passenger door and lifting my feet so that my knees were nearly at the door I was able to lie on my stomach on the seat and get my head over his lap and his cock in my mouth before he started pumping out a good load of cum into that same mouth. I could only use one hand to reach his crotch in this position but that hand did not stop feeling his balls and massaging or rather tickling his perineum bringing on a stronger orgasm and depositing more cum into my hungry mouth.

After I had finished cleaning him up, I sat up on the seat and began to look at the second magazine Stephan had bought. This one showed couples like Stephan and me where there was a noticeable age difference between the two models. It also had a bit of bondage and S & M in it which raised my curiosity a bit and we discussed some of that as we continued our trip home. The traffic on the road was fairly light and so we made very good time on our return trip helped by Stephan going well over the speed limit a lot of the way. We had turned onto the last bit of tarred road we would travel on before turning off onto our farm road but before we got to our farm, Stephan turned off down a narrow and seldom used dirt track. A couple of hundred yards along this track we came to a large spreading tree under the shade of which Stephan pulled up.
"I want you to do something for me, but only if you are willing." He asked as he turned to face me.
"Sure, what is it?" I responded.
"I want you to try and fuck me, please?"
"You mean stick my cock in your bum fuck?" I sought some clarification.
"PP, you have been the one who has helped me to get to this point. You are the one who got a finger in me without me feeling like I was being molested. I think that I will be able to take it from you, and then if that works then maybe before much longer I will be able to take it from others too. I know that sounds a bit selfish and like I am just using you, but I want you to know that I do care very deeply about you and do love you, but not in the way two partners love each other. I know that might sound a bit strange to you now, but I hope that sometime in the future you will understand that yes I am using you, but I also want you to like me and do this because you want to and not just because I asked you." Stephan tried to explain but he left me more confused than not.
"Stop. I don't think that I really understand all what you are saying and sometime you might have to try and explain it to me again, but I know that you have a problem from those times when you were forced and I want to help you overcome that problem. If you think that this is what it will take to do that, then I will help."

Stephan had clearly planned this all along because when we got out of the cab he opened the back up and pulled out a small mattress which he put on the ground. Then he pulled off his shirt so that he was as naked as I was and he went and lay down on the mattress on his back.
"Sorry, I forgot, in the corner of the back is a bottle of baby oil. Can you get it out and use it to push your finger in first please." Stephan asked me.
I went to the bakkie and found the oil and then came over to where Stephan was lying.
"You need to stretch me a bit first so please out some oil on my bum and your finger and push one finger in as far as you can get it." Stephan lifted his legs and spread them out at the same time and I did as he asked and soon had my index finger in past the second knuckle. "Now move it around and also pull it back, but not out and then push it in and keep doing that for a bit. That is called finger fucking."
Stephan's cock looked to be harder than my cock and I wasn't even touching it. I pumped my finger in and out for a bit longer before Stephan had me use a second one and about five minutes later asked for a third finger to be put in. While I was fucking him with the three fingers he asked me to use my other hand to spread oil on my cock so that it would be ready to go into him when he needed it. This did bring about some giggles as I tried to do it with my left hand and I am right handed. I am sure a video of that would have looked very funny. I think I stopped working his bum while I got the lubing of my cock done but my fingers remained in his butt and as soon as I got the oil on my cock I began pumping him again.
"Ok. Take your fingers out and put your cock in and then move it back and forwards like you have been doing with your fingers." Stephan requested.
I had to alter my position a bit to get my cock in the right place to penetrate his bum, but when I got there and pushed against his pucker, he opened and let me slide all the way in, with one continuous and steady movement. My three fingers put together were thicker than my pubescent cock and so I had stretched his sphincter enough that it put up very little resistance to my cock. I pulled back a bit and then moved forward a bit and discovered that the feelings were not that different from being wanked, but somehow it was also very different and a lot nicer. I did not need to be taught to move backwards and forwards as it came instinctively, or perhaps I had been taught watching the bulls service the cows. Anyway I began a slow but rhythmic fuck which brought much pleasure to my cock. Looking back on it now, I don't think that my cock did that much for Stephan because it was still too thin and might not even have been long enough to touch his prostate.
I went at it for quite a while and then found myself losing control and instinctively speeding up until I was slamming my cock in and out as frantically as my hand pumps my cock when my wank is nearing completion. And then there came that final hard thrust in and hold while my little cock spasmed and deposited its seed in Stephan's bum. I stopped and collapsed forward onto his hard cock and stiff stomach. Stephan let go of his legs and wrapped his arms around me in a great bit bear hug.
"We did it!" Stephan laughed with joy. "Thank you PP, thank you."
I recovered sufficiently to lift my head and look at Stephan, and could see little tears in the corner of his eyes.
"You are crying ... why? Did it hurt?"
"No, I am not crying, I am just so happy and these are tears of joy." Stephan assured me. He pulled on my body bringing my face up to his so that he could kiss and as he pulled my cock slipped out of his bum which made it easier for him to pull me the last little bit.

We stayed like that for a bit longer and then he suggested we get dressed and get on our way or we would be late and questions would be asked. Sadly I had to listen to him and I stood up and moved to the cab of the car to get my clothes. I pulled them on and then got in the front seat with Stephan and we set off once more. We reached our turning only about ten minutes after we had left the shade of the big tree and followed the farm road back to my house where Stephan dropped me and my parcels off and then moved the bakkie over to the workshop to drop the supplies he had bought for us. With that done and amidst a profusion of thanks from both ma and me Stephan headed off for his own home.

When Lionel and I were alone in our room that evening, I told him about fucking Stephan and also the two magazines and he was so jealous that I had to suck him off without him sucking me off. To be honest this did not bother me that much because I was pretty well wanked out and was also quite tired and so happily went off to sleep after he had cum in my mouth.